When Yang Xiaotian arrived at Burying God Cliff, it was already dusk.
The Demon Ancestor Continent, originally enveloped in Demonic Qi without sunlight, presented Burying God Cliff at dusk rolling with demonic mists intermingled with a sinister and blood-red fog, adding an extra layer of horror and strangeness.
Burying God Cliff was utterly silent.
Occasionally, a flap was heard as a bird, carrying the aura of death and demonic energy, flew out from the darkness.
These dark birds, known as Corpse-Devouring Beasts, flew at incredibly high speeds, with sharp, long beaks and claws as sharp as blades covered in blood—it was unclear whether it was from the living or the dead.
Yang Xiaotian stowed away his Hanhai Boat and flew forward cautiously.
Ahead of him, many cliff faces were dotted with suspended coffins.
Some of these coffins were enormous and exuded terrifying deathly and demonic qi, chilling those who saw them.
